“Tell me,” said I earnestly, “anything you know. It shall not leave these four walls.” I was curious to hear what his secret was, because our people in Berlin were very anxious for news of what was going on in Ireland and they had complained before that they were imperfectly informed. “No,” said the man, “I will tell you later. I am going over to Ireland to-morrow. If we have any luck we shall have a rising on Easter Sunday. Kathleen wants you to be in Dublin when the trouble starts.” I shook my head. “That would be very unwise, very unwise indeed,” I said; “the more I am kept out of it the better for the cause. When does she arrive?” “She will be in Dublin a fortnight before the rising starts,” said he. “I will endeavour to be there to see her,” I replied. “I shall not be able to stay long because naturally I am very busy.” I shook hands with him and saw him as far as the office door. After my experience with Mister, or Major, Haynes, I did not deem it advisable to be seen in public with gentlemen who might conceivably fall under the displeasure of the British authorities, and I explained this to him as a reason for my not coming to Euston Station to see him off. I had spoken nothing but truth when I had said that I was very busy. Extraordinary changes were going on in England and particularly in London, where the constant alterations in the anti-aircraft gun positions, the erratic systems of lighting their streets which the British were adopting were turning my hair grey. It is said that I sent a new map of London’s defences every week to Germany and that every one was different, and this was true, but map-making was not my only source of employment. By this time there were quite a respectable number of German prisoners in England, all of whom were anxious for help to make their escape, and whilst, officially, I was not in touch with them, unofficially I had a lot to do with such successes as they achieved. It was I who provided the motor-car for the four officers who escaped from Dabbington Hall. It was I who provided the tools for digging the underground passage by which three officers escaped from the Marlow camp. It was I who provided the clothing and disguises which enabled four naval officers and a Zeppelin officer to cross England after they had escaped from the Welsh camp. It is true they were all caught again, but that was nothing to do with me. When I had freed them from camp and set them on the road my work was finished and the rest was up to their good German ingenuity and resourcefulness. On the Sunday following the Saturday I had seen Mr. Theopholos Hagan I was rung up on the telephone. “Can you supply three dozen dress-collars for a gentleman from Slough?” said a voice. “Where does the gentleman live?” I asked calmly. “Outside the White City. The collars are to be delivered at nine o’clock,” was the reply. “Thank you, I will attend to it,” I said, and hung up the receiver.